the only love she held on to

dusk arising

 

 

July....
some things
you cant change
July meant late
but she was ready
the afternoon's rain
left a damp breeze
which shuddered
across her bones
late was best
february was early
and wrap up warm
february skies were
early velvet teatimes


but no
July had everything
and sinking now
into her chair
there it was
before her
the only love
she held onto.....
.....the sunset

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2021 10:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    I think I really like her and her perspective! Although the velvet teatimes get me too.

    • dusk arising

      Sunsets, though varied, can be relied upon and can bring great pleasure. Other things can disappoint us in many ways.

      • Lorna

        Yes - with Nature.... even here storms..... we know what we're getting!

      • Fay Slimm.

        The power of intrigue in these lines is astoundingly strong dear Dusk - I must put this one away to read again - - and again - first class writing my friend.

        • dusk arising

          A creative, poetic mind as yours surely is, would find much to romance with these words. I'm pleased you enjoyed and honoured to be among your favourites.

        • Neville


          How perfectly poetically ponderous sir ... I shall no doubt be back once pondered have I ...................... N

          • dusk arising

            I imagine you have super sunsets at home or close by. I hope they never disappoint you.

            • Neville



              I am indeed a very lucky guy DA ................. N

            • Caring dove

              Beautiful writing , dusk , 🙂

            • Doggerel Dave

              Enjoyed the memories that evoked of some fine sunsets and the circumstances surrounding at the time.

              'the only love she held onto' ? Sad and troubling, dusk.

              • dusk arising

                Life surely can be sad and troubling, in contrast to a sunset laying a day to rest.

              • Rozina

                This is lovely. Thank you for sharing.

              • Goldfinch60

                That sunset in our lives is always a moment of wonder and glory and always will be.

                Andy

              • Quijote

                Nothing quite as peace evoking as a clear sunset. One can appreciate why the ancients applied then to Goddesses like the Phoenician Tanit



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